Special

They tell me it’s so; the customer service rep, the company, the retailer. They tell me! And I felt it more now. I shouldn’t, but I did. And that we do, that I do, that you do, that no one else but you and no one else but me does. We are all special—as consumers. And when I am the customer service rep and the company man and get paid, I know how all those customer service reps must feel when they I pay them, because of my custom. It feels just wonderful.

Grace

From a pulpit, they talked about loving others from and then you may fall short: An ideal followed by a fall. Naturally, we could do that, being human. By taking that on board, was someone heading for a fall, by suggestion? Dunno. But what was the remedy? Some people said to me, “You go stagnant there. You don’t grow there.” But there was a thread of good among the dross…learning about grace, for me. But one stills must grow in grace, not leave it sitting still.

A writer?

People started calling me a writer and identified me as a writer, but I do not like to be called a writer. I am uncomfortable with the designation. Because I am a person, not a writer. I do not even like to say I write things. There is something, well, official about the title, and formal, but I am not royalty and I don’t want to be put on a pedestal, and labelled as “writer 123”. I hold no pride in the title “writer”. When I realized this more I thought about changing the title of this blog to “Mr. Invisible’s Shanty Town” or something like that, which I may do. This blog has all the writerly bits and bobs like a category called “writers life” but I’d sooner be more inconspicuous now. If I happen to use writerly categories, they are convenient ways of connecting with readers. All I am is me.